[Ari Tayrey's been keeping an eye on the woman with the hat and the big gun, because... well, that's a big gun. Enough to make her nervous. She's reserving judgement, though, and when the group she's recently fallen in with stops for a rest, Ari stays there with them instead of pressing on alone. She takes a couple of deep breaths. It's been a long day, and it's probably not even half over. Her uniform jacket is unbuttoned, and she's looking a little dishevelled.]

I think I'm way out-of-sector here [she says in response, her clipped Cardalek accent sounding distinctly foreign.] I'm originally from Cardalek. One of the Company-owned colonies. I was invited here from Siduri Station. Unless by 'Rural Worlds' you mean the old frontier, I'm guessing we're not close enough to be familiar.

[Still, no reason not to be polite, no matter how many light years separate their homeworlds. She sticks out her hand.] Lieutenant Tayrey, of the Tradelines. Peace and prosperity to you.